It’s all up to you and meGiving and getting,
keeping it all afloat
Without us,
The ball is a motionless piece of plastic
A pointless sphere.
You can spite me with force, sending it miles out of play
I can surrender my side, in a passive-aggressive display
Or...
we can make each other’s purpose one and the same
Eyes can meet in mutual gain
I can make my offence fall gently in your reach
You can make your aim
The center of me
And the volley, sometimes fast, sometimes slow
Perpetuates it’s consistent back-and-forth